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me: hey
tumblr classics major who really likes halsey and thinks that the romantic poets were the only people to ever make contributions to english literature: you once made flowers grow within my ribcage but you were like icarus flying too close to the sun and your ichor wings are melting and now divinity stains your bronze fingertips like a pomegranate and you are holy holy holy
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A murderer is approaching me. His knife is up in the air, hungry for my blood.I find myself back into a corner, believing this to be the end. I give one final plea. “Would you spare a soul on this momentous and important day?”
The murderer lowers their knife for a moment, still anxious to strike, but curious. “What day?”
I simply show them an image. “It has been ten years”
Enriched with the holiday spirit, they let me on my merry way.
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how did i get here
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A decade of Ed Balls.
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if i was a guy i’d be so androgynous asf
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*Lana voice* heavenly girlcum California sun it's truue baaaaby İ'm craaazy for you *pause, distorted whispering over the sound of the ocean in the distance* my girlballs are blue for you
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your mom desires me carnally
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justine frischmann at the reading festival, 1999 <3
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Annabel Wright of The Pastels, 1987
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